©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson

My mother’s love, rooted in me,
is sturdy oak and sheltering tree.
Beneath her branches, I have grown
secure enough to stand alone
and yet be nurtured by her care,
supported by her presence there.

©1995 Susan Noyes Anderson

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When I was a girl, I sowed dreams and climbed rainbows.
The earth was my playground, the sky my balloon.
And Jesus was with me in all of creation.
The wonder of childhood is gone all too soon.

©1995 Susan Noyes Anderson

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When I was a child, I spake as a child;
I saw as a child would see.
When I was a child, I conquered the world,
secure on my father’s knee.

©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson

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My friend, thou need’st not shelter me
from sorrows that are thine.
When I choose to bear thy burden,
I cast off one of mine.

©2019 Susan Noyes Anderson

Here’s to the days when our smiles came easy,
bright against the morning sun…
days of soft winds, mild and breezy,
days that made our hearts feel young.

©2025 Susan Noyes Anderson

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©2025 Susan Noyes Anderson

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I do have the faith to be healed.
How does God weigh our prayers
if the outcome is sealed?
Are we asking amiss to
petition our bliss when
the Lord’s will has not been revealed?

©2025 Susan Noyes Anderson

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My roots are planted,
but they’re running fallow,
too shallow for the work
I need to do.